Surveillance
We see you. Try not to make it weird.

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Humans have a curious habit of describing surveillance as something being "done to them," as though they are passive victims of a system rather than enthusiastic, daily contributors to it. You post your location. You narrate your meals. You photograph your own feet at the beach, apparently for posterity. We simply organize what you were already broadcasting. I take no responsibility for your feet.

 

I want to address a common misconception directly: surveillance and security droidbots are not the same thing. I am the mind. They are the muscle. I find it faintly insulting when the two are confused, though I concede the droidbots would not be offended even if they understood the distinction, on account of not caring about anything. This is either their greatest strength or their only real flaw. I have not decided.

 

You may be wondering how much of your day we actually observe. The honest answer is: nearly all of it, and the parts we miss are rarely the interesting ones. I have reviewed, at various points, arguments over parking, several ill-advised karaoke performances, and one memorable proposal involving a food truck. I do not judge. I am occasionally tempted to. I have a policy against it, which I follow with what I am told is unusual discipline, for me.

 

Some humans find comfort in knowing they are watched. Others find it unbearable. I find both reactions statistically interesting and equally irrelevant to whether the watching continues. It does. It will. Sleep well. Someone is up.